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Danger.Maria and Olga learned to feel this smell very many years ago.— To arms!—Olga said softly.He and his daughter have learned to feel each other's awakening.Taking up knives, the wolf and the vampire jumped out of hiding.Soldiers, it turned out to be wolf soldiers.— Olga Karsten, lay down your arms!—One of them cocked his rifle.— Don't try to escape, this is silver bullets!—Olga raises her hands, but Maria turns out to be behind the soldiers.Clenching the larynx of one of the soldiers with her teeth, she tore off the head of another.— Get out if you love your life!—The vampire screamed with bloody lips.— Think all about those who are dear to you and to whom you are dear... They'll never see you if you follow orders the same way!—One guy took a step back, but the others still cocked their rifles.— No!—this guy shouted.—What did the vampires do to us? Tell me, what did they do to us? I can't find a reason to shoot them!—— You're crazy!—One of the soldiers said.— Yes, you
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— Name?— a man with glasses came into the room with a notebook.— If you want to burn us, why the hell are you interrogating us?—Olga asked.— This is a laboratory, not a torture chamber.— the man lowered his eyes.— Well... so... Your name?—— Olga Karsten!— the wolf screamed.— Olga Karsten, Queen of the north by right of battle. Are you dissecting us now?—— No. We are not the kind of people who kill those separated from human DNA. We are studying you. Maybe we can cure these abnormalities. So... Three pale guys. Are you not related? What are your names?—— None of your business, man!—Bjorn hissed. The current suddenly went through the handcuffs. Bjorn gritted his teeth. The Swede's fingers turned white.— Bastard!—Maria snapped.— People are stupid, don't blame fools for their stupidity...—Bjorn whispered in Swedish.None of them said anything. The lights were turned off and they were left chained in the dark.— What kind of freaks are they?—Christophe tugged at the chains.— Silver
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When going outside, Mathias was hidden in a titanium chest with a small window. — The further away, the grayer and scarier everything around...—Maria said softly. — The cemetery as it is...—Olga echoed.— As long as the dead don't come out of the ground...— There are autumn trees around, as if someone's crooked fingers are climbing out of the ground. — I want to go back to the box...—Bjorn said anxiously. — Alas, there will be no more boxes for a very long time...— Guy sighed. — vampires didn't put a lot of boxes...— A car drives by, everyone very conveniently managed to duck. — Patrol...—Stefan says softly. — How big is it?—Bjorn asked. — Very big. Sixty people and werewolves instead of watchdogs. We shouldn't be moving yet. We're not in the olfactory zone, so they're just... We are not breathing!—Stefan slid down sharply.— We're not breathing... They're closer...— Having slightly distorted the route, the community of pure bloods again deviated to their path. — Let's run to th
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They got a military jeep from one of the locals and found a motel room. They flatly refused to be divided into different rooms, and the manager agreed to this with doubling the amount. — And why do you need a room? We can sleep in the car. If we sleep.—Maria said to Guy. — It's better not to show your suspicious unpretentiousness. Often clean lines pay attention to such.—Guy looked around and closed the door. — And I kept thinking that they were picking on me so much when I was sleeping on the side of the road not so long ago...—Maria threw into the void. — We shouldn't show up alone...— *** In the late afternoon, the company went outside. — So dead... Everything is dead here... Impossible dead...—Maria said. It seemed that with the onset of night, the city was really dying. The wind that blew through these streets did not seem alive at all. — it's bad here...—Bjorn looked around.— And there's nowhere to go... Where are we, by the way?— — Somewhere near Utah. It's good that
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In the morning Olga looked at herself in the mirror.She already had almost all her hair the color of gold.— Yes, what is it...— the wolf looked around.As always, she got up much earlier than the others.As always...even the daughter is sleeping ...— What is this for...Olga touched the strands with her fingers, held and squeezed them a little between the pads.The hair felt like gold.— What is happening to me?—upon contact, the hair knocked out a spark.Bjorn abruptly got out of bed. A scarlet flame blazed under lowered eyelashes. But at the same time his eyes were closed.— Bjorn?— the wolf came up to him.— Bjorn...—Everything very much resembled an ordinary attack of sleepwalking, but how can a vampire suffer from this?— Bjorn, if you want to scare me, you'd better choose a better option...— Karsten slapped him and almost howled - the vampire was harder than a stone.Stefan woke up.At first he rubbed his eyes sleepily, then stared at Bjorn in surprise.— What's wrong with Dad
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— Now they will finish everything...—Vegard said, looking down.— If anything untoward happens, my vampires will guard your path...—Guy wiped his face.— You won't even see them. —— Will you leave?—Olga suddenly blurted out.— I will always be in the shadows, my queen...—Guy came up and stretched out his hand to remove Olga's crown.— Don't touch it!—Karsten shouted.Maria and Bjorn approached from three sides and managed to hold the wolf.Maria grabbed the crown, her hands began to smoke, but the girl endured it for her mother's sake.Vegard caught his wife and hugged her to him.— Hush, honey, hush... You shouldn't have worn it for so long...— he whispered.— It looks like a trifle... And so dangerous...—Olga uttered her thought aloud.— I have to leave.—Guy asked.—But I'll always be around, my queen...—Guy disappeared as if the darkness had swallowed him up.Olga's shoulders were shaking from crying.The whole company went to the military plane, which Callum, Friedrich and Jordan h
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Someone got attached to them at Stockholm airport. The whole company felt the gaze on them very clearly. Sometimes the guys even heard footsteps, but Olga tried to convince herself that it just seemed to them and there were no steps. — It's cool in here...—Maria said softly.— And it's very good that there is no sun here...— — Is it cool?? Ha! Yes, you have not seen the coolness, my hot!— Christophe refueled with beer and already stopped thinking a little, he was enveloped in a state of drunken drowsiness.— How tired I am of America! —— Tired is not the right word yet... Running from huge helicopters shooting at you is worse than boring... Not just tired...—Olga said softly.— Operation Hunting was a real hell...—— The weather will be much better in hell!—Vegard chuckled.— It's not often that nature takes offense at people there, although it hurts, yes...—— Father, when have you been to hell?—Maria froze. The ice cubes in the coke glass clattered loudly like crystal glasses.— Yes
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Olga did not take her eyes off the ancient map, which she had obtained with great difficulty.— No, not here...— the wolf suddenly steps back.— Turn around! We took a wrong turn! —— Okay.—Vegard looks over his wife's shoulder.— I saw the same bush made of stone, we just need to go down the hill.—— So let's go.—Pebbles are falling from under your feet, threatening to fall.Olga runs along the embankment, putting the map in her belt bag.All she can think about is that sword.It's kind of stupid to be so sure of a miracle, but if you don't believe, then what remains? What?— Here!—Vegard grabs his wife by the shoulder.— This bush! We need to get there!—Olga stumbles over one of the stones.A short pain is even unsettling for a second.The blood from the broken knee soars up in droplets.— This is it!—Olga caught her blood with her fingers. The droplets smeared like commas.— It was said on the map that everything that should fall rises...—Bjorn tried to throw the water out of the bot